Chapter 237: Is there such a thing as plan C? (M)
The sound of Maxwell and Andrew’s moans filled the air, along with the rhythmic sound of flesh hitting flesh. The room was a mixture of Maxwell’s pheromones wrapped and encased in Andrew’s. Many, many used condoms covered the bed, tossed and tied precariously as Andrew took and took from Maxwell, and Maxwell gave right back.
Maxwell was bent like a pretzel, his arms held above his head as Andrew pounded his cock into his ass over and over, fluids and liquids pouring out of him, Maxwell’s stomach and chest covered in his own cum as Andrew knew exactly where to hit until Maxwell lost his damn mind. His voice was hoarse from whimpering and moaning, his face a mess of tears from pleasure and his lips swollen from Andrew’s own. Maxwell’s nails had dug trenches in Andrew’s back and arms, which was why Andrew had his hands pinned above his head as he drove his cock into him, on a mission.
Maxwell was delirious with pleasure, his eyes clouded with it as he looked up at Andrew, his jaw tense, his amber eyes determined to make Maxwell cum more and more, so that neither of them thought they could be satisfied by another. Andrew wanted Maxwell to forget about any of his partners before him, because Andrew had.
"Oh my god, right there! Keep going! Andrew!" Maxwell’s voice was music to his ears, and Andrew clenched his jaw, his pace remaining the same even as his cock twitched. He couldn’t even remember how many times he’d cum at this point, but he would never get tired of it. Maxwell was his favourite vice. He wasn’t afraid to admit it.
This ass he had was going to be the death of him. Andrew couldn’t imagine himself being anywhere else. He wanted to remain buried inside of him forever.
Feeling his climax draw near, Andrew groaned, pressing his lips against Maxwell’s neck and throat, his lips moving to his peppered with bites shoulder and Maxwell shuddered, his lips opening, and his tongue on full display. Andrew grumbled, going to his mouth to suck it into his mouth and Maxwell tightened on him. Andrew shuddered, his pace remaining the same even as he wanted to speed up. He wasn’t going to let even himself ruin this.
Maxwell’s whimper against his lips was heaven to his ears. He’d heard him moaning and whimpering all night. It was exactly the balm that Andrew needed to his heart, but he wanted more. Needed more.
Andrew pulled away from Maxwell’s mouth to sink his teeth into his shoulder again as he set a brutal pace, finding his pleasure in Maxwell’s body. Maxwell’s cock twitched, his ass fluttering on him as he came, his voice choked as his own orgasm rocked his body. Andrew let out a deep, guttural moan as he slammed his hips home, his cock pulsing but...something didn’t feel right.
Andrew froze, Maxwell froze, and both men turned their glazed gazes towards each other before they looked downwards, towards where they were joined.